My knees hit the cold earth hard, but I didn't feel it. All I could feel was the shaking in my hands, the icy dread in my stomach.
Kyle.
He laud there, still and silent. I leaned over him, my vision blurry with tears that wouldn't fall. My fingers reached for his neck, pressing against the skin trembling. No pulse. Nothing.
"No," I whispered, a raw, broken sound. "No, no, no."
It was over. I did it. I stopped him. But looking at his blank, peaceful face, my heart shattered into a million pieces. He was my brother. My blood. His whole life was just... hate.
A quest for revenge that consumed him, ate away everything good until there was nothing left but a shell. He never got to know peace. Never got to enjoy a day, just live and be happy. And I was the one who ended it. The realisatio
